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the little one inside of me is running so fast I couldn’t keep up………I can’t find her love a mothers heart a fathers joy to throw a ball so I may remember that I was his son The nightmare is the same every night, I can never find my car
Always on the wrong side of town,with characters I shouldn’t associate with,but in reality that’s how my love was represented,by those who were to makes those faces of love,A person with a mask
To darken their pleasure,with all original parts but nothing that could be restored,a telephone speaking saying if I never asked again than that would be fine for instead of valuable eye contact,all the love i had were
just memories of a metal toy trucks,Lego cuisenaire rods,no matter how much time was given it was always the same a calculated risk counting on both hands abacus
——————–LOVE